Absolution
Flesh laid open to the bone
in time scabbed over
scarred, not healed
hardened to rancor:
a twisted treasure
I held close
savoring the peculiar pleasure
of silent spite.
But malice is a stone
bitterly cold to the touch
damning, deceptively
burdensome to bear.
One day I stumbled under the load
saw how weary, wasted I’d become
how the only one I was wounding
was me.
Oh, how I wanted
to fling that stone away
as far, as fast as I had strength
I expected releasing to be harder
Worried I might have to
suffer for my spite
but somehow wanting was enough
and I let go.
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3 comments:
Very poignant! A penetrating read.
This is REALLY good! I love how it took me right in with vivid visuals and deep feeling. There is a wonderful intensity to it. And I love how all that is followed by the line "but somehow wanting was enough/and I let go" -- the feeling switches to a gentle softening. Beautifully written!
Thank you both, Rob and Clare!
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